What One Wants

I was going to go one with the character of Simon but after thinking about it, I thought I would make him slightly different than originally conceived. He was to be this sweet, caring guy, that was into relationships, but had recently been hurt by one (I know – huge shock, right!) but instead I am going to make him more aloof of the whole relationship thing, make him more education and career minded. Let me know what you think of that.

Who in the hell was she to dictate how one lived their life? She wasn’t their mother, so if they wanted to find themselves pressed up in the corner of some room with a guy’s tongue shoved down her throat, then so be it, right? Normally, Polly would have just kept walking, but since it was her close friend who was currently in said condition, she felt it was only right that she try to intervene.

“Uh, Susie?” Polly said, coming to stand behind the shorter guy who was grinding into Susie. It took a few minutes and Polly finally tapping the guy on the shoulder before a response was drawn out.

“Hey Polly!!” Susie said, pushing past the guy and draping her small frame against Polly. Polly grimaced and found her arms wrapping around her completely wasted friend and looking around for a safe place to put her while she looked for Krista to explain she was taking Susie back to her place.

She managed to spot a folding chair in the opposite corner that would hopefully hold her friend while she searched the mob. After pushing her way through the mass of dancing bodies and dumping Susie in the chair, Polly turned around and began to scout the area for Krista. Polly had a slight height disadvantage herself since she was standing at only 5’8” and that was with the docs she was currently wearing. She sighed and set off in a random direction, hoping it would lead her to Krista.

“’Sup?” Polly was stopped when guy stepped in front of her. He was trashed, his eyes mere slits on his face which was a bright red for some reason. Polly frowned and went to walk past him, when he caught her arm and kept her still.

“Take the hand of me, unless you want to draw back a stump, asshole.” Polly said and he snorted, somehow thinking she was joking. Polly clenched her fist and was prepared to throw the first punch when someone else stepped up behind her.

“John, get lost would ya?” Her arm was released and she turned to look at the deep voice that had felt the need to play would-be protector.

“Thanks, but I had that handled.” Polly said. He was cute, a little too cute. Brown hair was hanging down into his eyes and he was sporting a football shirt. Polly recognized his type instantly and with a brief nod, she took off, intent on finishing her mission.

Five minutes later she spotted Krista in the adjoining room, talking to Tony and some other guy that Polly didn’t recognize. She marched up to Krista and pulled her aside with a look of apology to the Tony and the guy.

“What’s up?” Krista asked.

“I gotta take Susie home. She’s trashed again and making out with whoever. You cool?” Krista nodded and Tony, having joined the conversation, spoke up.

“I will look after our little Krista, take home Susie.” Tony was not what one would call ‘flamboyantly gay’ but there was no doubt as to it. He was good-looking too, which confirmed the girls feelings that most hot guys were gay, at the least the hot guys who actually cared about anyone or anything. He was taller than Polly by a few inches with golden blond hair and green eyes. Eyes that were currently looking back to the guy that was had been standing there with them. Polly arched a brow.

“Well…am I gonna have to rescue you from a guy with a tongue down your throat?” She asked, directing the question to Tony. Tony winked at her.

“Honey, if I can get him to stick his tongue down my throat, turn around and leave us alone.” He said. Polly and Krista laughed and with a quick kiss to each of them, Polly headed back to Susie. Susie’s auburn head was currently leaning against the wall and one of her hands rested on her forehead.

“Okay sweetie, let’s get up and get you home, okay?” Polly asked leaning down and grabbing and arm and putting it around her neck and placing one of her own arms around Susie’s middle.

“You need some help?” Polly quickly looked up and a saw the same guy who had jumped to her aide earlier.

“Uh, no, but thanks.” Polly said. Polly and Susie made a few steps forward before Susie was falling down and pulling Polly with her. Polly heard a sigh and then suddenly Susie was being lifted. She watched as the guy picked her up bridal style and then started walking to the exit. On the porch he stopped and looked at Polly.

“Did you drive?” Polly nodded and pointed to the Honda that was on the other side of the road. The guy nodded and started walking to the car. She pulled out the keys from her pocket and pressing the unlock button the car lights blinked and she darted ahead to open the passenger door for him. She stood back as he got Susie into the seat and put her seat belt on her.

“Thanks a lot. I appreciate it, and while she doesn’t look it, she does too.” Polly said when he had straightened up and turned to her.

“No problem.” An awkward silence fell on them before Polly gave a little wave and jumped in the car herself.

“Po-ll-y,” Susie said looking up, “I don’t feel so great. Can we go home?” Polly nodded her head.

“Sure thing, babe.” And she pulled away from the curb with one last look in her rear view mirror at the guy who was standing there watching them drive away.

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Simon watched the car drive down the street and scowling he turned back the house where the party was. The house was a single level house situated on a quiet street just on the outskirts of town. Sammy had gotten the house from his grandparents when they had passed and he was certainly using his house for all the important things in college life – parties. This kid had a party at his house every weekend it seemed.

Simon walked back into the house and instantly squinted. The air inside the house was thick with smoke both from cigarettes and pot. The one room to his right was currently the ‘smoking room’ with kids littered on all the mismatched furniture smoking from bongs or pipes. Simon headed in the opposite direction. He had no problem with drugs-he just didn’t use them himself.

He instantly thought of the girl that had just driven off. She was cute-but definitely not the type of girl that he would be interested in. Her looks were far from the normal ‘cheerleader’ type girl that frequented his arm. Speaking of cheerleaders, one had stopped in front of him and was smiling up at him coyly.

“Hey Simon.” She said, reaching out and grabbing hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Her name was Monica and he had had the pleasure of her…company several times. She was a decent lay, nothing to really brag about. She helped ease the itch when it became too much for him.

“Hey Monica. What’s going on?” He asked smiling down at her. She smiled wider, realizing that there was a chance she could be hooking up with him that night. He wasn’t sure but odds were he would be taking her back to his place.

“Hopefully you’ll let me know.” She said. She stepped forward a placed a kiss on his lips. It was a simple kiss, nothing to it, but it was enough to let him know that she was game. When she pulled back and looked up at him, he hooked an arm around her shoulder and turned her.

“Let’s get outta here.” He said. She giggled and nodded her head.

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After seeing Susie safely home, Polly had returned back to her apartment and dropped down on the couch. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television, but after flipping through a few channels she cut it off and sighed. With nothing else to do, she started to think about the boy who had helped her out with Susie.

He was cute, but he was one of the football players, that much she knew. She wasn’t an avid fan of the sport or the team at school, but she’s recognized him from the school paper once or twice. He was way out of her league anyway. He was a football player and Polly had had more than enough experience with them to know that they were usually up to no good. They were jocks – dumb and only consumed with making it to the NFL and gain fame and fortune and then after they suffered a major career ending injury, realize maybe they should have spent a little more time working on their education. Yeah, they were not worth her time. That didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate looks.

He had been nice though, which had been a bit of surprise for her. She’d thought that most jocks took advantage of drunken females. Maybe he was the rare exception. Polly groaned and pushed herself up. Why was she wasting her time thinking about some guy that she would never see again and who there would be no chance of anything with? Best to stick with what she knew and that was school work and her normal class of guy…whatever that was.

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Simon rolled off Monica and standing, walked to the bathroom to pull of the used condom. He had shut the door so he spent a few minutes looking in the bathroom mirror, running the water so that he could wash his hands. He really hadn’t enjoyed the sex as much as he would have liked to. Sure he got off, but it had been a weak climax and he was pretty sure that he could have had better if he had just taken care of business himself. What bothered him most was that several times while he was thrusting into Monica he had imagined that goth looking chick underneath him. A knock at the bathroom door had him shutting off the water and opening up.

“Baby, that was so great. I gotta go though, I’m taking off to see my parents, but when I get back, we’ll have to get together.” Monica said. She was pulling her shirt over her head and after doing that she gave Simon a lusty kiss and then with a wave she left. Simon felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was always wondering how to handle the moment after he was finished with a girl. He hated to have a chick stay over and he certainly wasn’t one to stay at their place either.

He turned to the shower and turning it on, spent a few minutes washing away the signs of sex. After finishing he walked to the bed and stripped off the soiled sheets and tossed them in the hamper. He spent a few minutes making his bed again and when it was done he plopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Hearing the front door open he left his room only to see Aaron locked in a serious make out session with a different cheerleader. They were walking towards Aaron's room, lips locked together and hands fumbling with clothes. Aaron looked up when he sensed Simon in the room. He nodded his head in the direction of the room and with a glance to Simon the girl walked into the bedroom.

“So I saw you leave with that Monica chick.” Aaron said. Simon nodded. “She still here?” He asked.

“Nah, she left a little bit ago.” Simon said heading to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Well that’s not a surprise. And you talk shit about me.” Aaron said. Simon frowned and looked at him.

“What are you talking about?” Simon asked.

“You nut and leave, or make them leave. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you let a chick stay with you longer than 5 minutes after you finish. At least I make a play at the cuddle shit.” Aaron said, smiling. Simon rolled his eyes. He had far more important things in his life than complicated relationships with girls that would more than likely demand more than he was willing to give.

“Whatever.” Simon said.

“Admit it. You might be as bad as me.” Aaron said laughingly, and then took off to his room. Simon stood there staring at Aaron’s closed doors wondering about the statement his best friend had just said. He’d never thought of it. Was he like Aaron? He’d always thought otherwise, but with his need to separate himself as quickly as he could from a sexual partner, was he in fact more like Aaron than he thought?

Blah! Not sure if I like how I ended this chapter...I may edit and revise.